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Good MorningThe grey sky shares with me its melancholy morning like a secret / woven into the lilting rhythm of birds and whispering trees / and though I cannot understand their language,
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Jan 7, 2013
HijackedMind hijacked, / body stolen / by your touch on my hips,
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Sep 19, 2012
My Heart is a Drunken Bipolar ManiacMy Heart is a drunken bipolar maniac with masochistic tendencies . / My Heart does not care about your feelings, / or the fretting of my apologetic Mind.
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May 25, 2013
Rainy DayRain knocks politely against my window, / but though we are old friends, / I do not let him in,
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Jan 6, 2013
Thelonious TreeThelonious Tree had so long been in slumber / that no one alive could remember the number / of years he'd been snoozing, and it became understood
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Feb 28, 2013
The Open BookSunlight, that insipid ***** / spills herself all over my desk in an open invitation. / I want nothing more than to run outside, rip off my clothes
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Sep 20, 2012
The TempleMy body's a ruin, a temple condemned / to spend its lonely life waiting for you to attend. / To wander so slowly down the slope of my neck
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Sep 19, 2012
TiptoeDressed in the tatters of her latest mistake / she will tiptoe into your life like a passing thought. / She will offer some token of herself
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Sep 19, 2012
Untitled (as of yet)Her words pour out jagged and broken / as she stumbles into her thoughts / which dangle like barbed wire cobwebs
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Sep 19, 2012
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